when the stars leak from your eyes, where do they go?
when the moon no longer shimmers it’s glow over your hair, does it go to someone else?
when the sun fades away from your skin, what replaces it?
what happens to me if the perfect world you made me to be in your eyes, crumbles?
what happens to my shiny newness when it is recognized to be dull and mundane?
what happens when you see the muddiness of my body and soul?
when i can no longer be your idea of perfect, will you still be there for me?
you accepted my crooked hands, my wild hair, my overflowing bounty of person
but can you accept my passion and fire, the wildness from which my hair comes from, my inability to always communicate the right way?
can you accept the work in progress I still am?